Sofia's POV
As usual, silence was the constant thing between Damien and me. I could practically count the times we spoke in a day. When we did, it was only about our son, or something general. Never about us.
Maybe I should have loved it. This was what I wanted, wasn't it? We were co-parenting. Civil. Respectful. Distant. Exactly how I had imagined it should be.
But lately… I wasn't so sure anymore.
It was becoming harder to bear, seeing him every day but not really seeing him. Sitting across from him at the table with nothing but words about Charlie between us. Passing him in the hall and not even brushing shoulders.
No smiles. No laughter. No touches.
And I knew Damien. When it came to me, he was always a man of touch. His hand on my waist as he passed. His fingers brushing mine when he handed me something. His palm against the small of my back when we walked side by side.
Before, minutes never passed without him finding some excuse to reach for me.
Now… nothing.
